“To Beatty’s Island.”
“Oh, that’s the name of the place you were talking about yesterday, is it?”
“Didn’t I tell you?” Mabel was still on her knees. “I sha’n’t get up till you say you are going,” she continued.
“It would be too bad to allow you to endure such a penance, so——” Miss Rindy paused and continued to smile down on the supplicant.
“So—so——” Mabel waited a moment expectantly. “You are going, aren’t you?” she said at last.
And Miss Rindy answered, “I are, you are, we are.”
Up sprang Mabel to give her a violent hug. “You dear, dear thing!” she exclaimed.
“Here, here, look out,” cried Miss Rindy. “I don’t allow such demonstrations.”
“I must do something to express my joy,” said Mabel. “‘My heart with rapture thrills, and dances with the daffodils.’ Be a daffodil, Ellen.” She caught Ellen around the waist and the two went off in a wild dance, scaring Wipers out of his wits, and causing Miss Rindy to cry out, “If this is the way you two are going to behave, I’ll take back what I said and will stay at home.”
“I’ll be good, indeed I will,” promised Mabel, dropping into a chair and folding her hands meekly.